if you can figure out where i am i'm not doing a good job of being mysterious

[ofarandomnature]

XLIII

Sonnets from the Portuguese, Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love the freely,

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[cornykoreannerd]

ty for this

this book is out of print and I must share it with you.

[ofarandomnature]

untitled p. 20
Stallion on a Frozen Lake: Love Songs of the Sixth Dalai Lama, translated by Coleman Barks

I listen intently
to what my teacher says,
but beneath that concentration

my loving slips
out of the room
to be with you.

untitled p.48

I’m young, so
with a slight smile
you have me.

But what I want
is a word from the stream
of your being.

untitled p. 50

When I had the priceless jewel,
I didn’t consider its value.

Now that no one has it,
the knowledge of what that was
breaks over me like the first sad morning.